Lee Bo-hoon laughed: "SM Entertainment's talent scouts wouldn't be able to trick a few middle school students."

Chen Zheng suddenly raised his hand: "Can I do it? I'm really good at backflips!"

Ouyang Guang couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed Chen Zheng by the back of his collar: "Stop it."

On the way to the hotel, Chen Zheng suddenly pointed at the starry sky and shouted: "A Guang! If you become a big star in the future, you must sing "Spicy Squid Song" on the stage!"

"Then you are the exclusive dancer, green-haired monster." Ouyang Guang kicked his ankle, but stopped when he saw the persistent figure at the hotel door.

Li Xuxun took off his wide-brimmed hat, revealing his hair messed up by the sea breeze. He was holding a note filled with contact information and smiling gently but firmly under the street light.

"For the last time," he held up his hands to show that he meant no harm, "If you're really not interested, I promise not to bother you again."

"Think about it," he said. "You really shine in the lens."

Ouyangguang stopped and looked at him.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his golden hair, as if it was coated with a thin layer of light. His eyelashes drooped, covering the small teardrop mole on the lower left side of his eye, and he looked distant and cold.

"Business card." He suddenly said.

Li Xun was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and quickly handed it over.

Ouyang Guang took it, stuffed it into his jeans pocket, and walked into the hotel without looking back.

Behind him, Chen Zheng was still yelling: "A Guang! Do you really want to be an idol?"

Ouyangguang didn't answer.

Li Xun looked at his back with a slight smile on his face - he knew that the young man was shaken.

Before the elevator door closed, Ouyang Guang saw the man holding up the camera. She looked at herself in the camera - her blonde hair was shining in the sun and her earrings were sparkling.

Arriving at the hotel room, as soon as the door was closed, Chen Zheng threw himself onto the bed with a leap, and the green-haired man exploded on the snow-white sheets: "A Guang! You are going to be a big star!"

He Ziqi turned down the air conditioner by two degrees, and grabbed a pillow and threw it at Ou Yangguang: "SM! Do we have to line up for autographs from now on?"

Ouyang Guang turned his head to avoid it, and the pillow flew past the cross earring next to his ear. He tugged at the collar of his shirt and threw the business card on the bedside table: "Boring."

He Zilin leaned against the window, fiddling with the curtain cords with his fingers: "The scout followed us all the way." He paused, looked at Ouyang Guang, "Are you really not interested?"

The room suddenly became quiet.

Ouyang Guang walked to the mirror, stared at her blonde self, reached out to push back her bangs, and her diamond earrings flashed under the light.

"Who knows?"

Chen Zheng suddenly jumped up from the bed: "Wait! If you really debut, can we watch your concert for free?"

He Ziqi rolled his eyes: "Can you be more promising?"

"What is success? Can you eat it?"

Ouyang Guang listened to their bickering, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised. He touched the jade Guanyin on his neck, and his jade face felt slightly cold.

The night wind brought the salty smell of the sea, and the sound of the waves in the distance was sometimes louder and sometimes softer, like some distant call. He looked up at the starry sky outside the window, and suddenly remembered what Chen Zheng said when he dyed his hair green: "Life must have some color, otherwise it will not be considered a boring life."

He subconsciously touched his blond hair again, remembering what Chen Zheng said on the day he dyed his hair: "Blonde hair suits Guang best, it makes him look like a little sun."

That night, Ouyang Guang had a dream. In the dream, he was standing on the stage, with golden cheering lights on the stage below, Chen Zheng wearing a green wig dancing next to him, and He Ziqi and He Zilin holding fluorescent lights and shouting to support him.